Tag: vampires

Day 17 – Grindelgraves

Prompts: Masturbation | Seduction | Collaring | Orgasm Denial

Rape/Non-Con
Chapter tags: Gellert Grindelwald/Original Percival Graves, Vampire Gellert Grindelwald, Young Percival Graves, Vampire Allure, Mind Control, Memory Loss, Nightclubs, Abduction, Dehumanization, Collaring, Biting, Chastity, Mind Break

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The heavy dance beat pounds in Percival’s ears, and if he’s honest, it’s giving him a headache.  Seraphina and Theseus are still out in the middle of the floor somewhere, but Percival just doesn’t have that kind of stamina; he doesn’t mind clubs, but do they all have to be so loud?

He catches the bartender’s eye.  “Guiness.”

“ID?” the man asks, and Percival makes a face.

“I’ll have a coke.”  Just what he needs to make the night truly a bust.

He turns, looking back out across the crowded floor for Thes and Phina, when something at the corner of his vision… flickers.  There’s a man a few seats down the bar from him, watching him. There’s something strange about his appearance – he’s older, a little too old for a place like this, his hair is a stark, shocking white, and his eyes… Percival looks closer, trying to make it out across the dim room.  His eyes seem to gleam, and he can see now that they don’t match – one is brown, and the other bright blue.

“Good boy,” the man says, and Percival blinks.  The club music comes rushing back, along with the shouts of people dancing and the clink of glasses at the bar, and with a slight wave of dizziness Percival realizes he’s standing in front of the stranger.

He doesn’t remember moving.

“Uh,” he says, and the man smiles.

“Just relax.  You look tired.”

He is tired.  He’s very tired, but when his gaze slides back up to meet the stranger’s he feels better.  Lighter, and softer.

“That’s it, let’s see…”  There are hands on him, stroking his chest and waist, reaching to grope his ass, cupping his groin and squeezing gently while Percival stands there.  “How old are you?”

“Nineteen,” Percival hears himself answer.  His voice sounds like it’s coming from far away.

The man makes a considering hum, eyes roving over Percival from top to bottom, and he stands.  He places a hand on the small of Percival’s back, and without a backwards glance Percival follows him out of the club.

The next time he blinks he’s spread out on an unfamiliar bed, naked, with the man above him.

“Wha…”

“Shhh.”

Percival obeys, his head lolling to the side.  His body feels so warm and heavy, his limbs disconnected, and he isn’t sure he could move them if he tried.  Confusion swims in his mind, but the man strokes his nipple and he lets it go in favor of the hazy warmth that rises in him.

Fingers grip his chin, turning his head so that he can see the leather strip dangling in front of his face.  It’s pretty – inset with jewels which sparkle when the light hits them, connected to a thin gold chain.

“You like it,” the man says, and Percival nods, captivated.  “It will make you mine.”

Percival’s head is lifted, and a moment later he feels the collar being fastened snug around his throat.  It’s comforting, even though he doesn’t quite know why.

“And this…”  The man holds up something metal, almost like a cage, which Percival doesn’t recognize.  “This will keep you sweet for me.”

A hand lifts his half-hard cock, fitting something behind his balls, and he make a tiny, unsure sound when cool metal slides over his shaft.  The man handles him impersonally, locking his genitals away with a click. Percival tries to look down at himself, but finds that he’s too tired to raise his head.

The next thing he’s aware of is a wet tongue on his nipples, and fingers slipping inside him to rub a spot that sets off sparks behind his eyelids. It feels glorious.  He presses into the touch, squirming weakly, and is rewarded by a body against his own and a thick cock slipping into his hole.

It feels good, but… his moans turn to frustrated whines, his cock straining and failing to get hard.  His arousal doesn’t have anywhere to go, and he doesn’t understand.

The man blankets him with his body, kisses him until his lips are swollen, and when sharp teeth draw blood just above his new collar, it feels almost as good as the orgasm he’ll never have.

Things were written!

Chapter 4 of A Little Death with @thegaypumpingthroughyourveins is aaaaaall down to editing!  

It is angsty:

The silent hum of magic stifles him, and he feels as though the air in the room has thickened.  He cannot fight this magic, sewn into the seams of the house itself.  Not alone, not without his wand.  Helpless anger wells inside him, at Grindelwald, at himself, at nearly falling for the idea of a life with this man who keeps him prisoner.

And fluffy:

Silence falls again, but it is comfortable. Grindelwald touches him gently, stroking his sides and belly through his shirt, and Percival arches back to meet him. He turns his head again, eyes closed, making a low, interrogative sound. Grindelwald promptly kisses him.

And has an ETA of New Year’s Day! (….we hope)  I truly can’t wait to share it, so stay tuned 😀

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A  L I T T L E  D E A T H, co-written by kallistob and @mercurial-tenacity​ 

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He stares at the dead woman’s body, a cold sickness curling in his stomach despite being flush with her blood.  What had he done?  He hadn’t even hesitated.  He hadn’t paused for a moment before draining the life out of her, and he’d loved it.

He dedicated his entire life to helping people, and he’s just killed a woman. 

He looks to Grindelwald, and the only word his lips can form is, “Why?”

“It’s natural, love.”  Grindelwald reaches out to stroke his cheek and Graves doesn’t know whether to lean into it or pull away.  The thought of what Grindelwald has done to him, what Grindelwald had made him do, revolts him.  He should hate Grindelwald, and he does – but he also wants nothing more than for Grindelwald to hold him, to tell him it’s all right, to take all the pain away.

He doesn’t understand.

“It’s not,” he chokes out.  “It’s not natural, there’s nothing natural about this.  What have you done to me?!”

He’s shaking, struggling to hold himself together.  He remembers what happened at the MACUSA – the struggle, the fear, the realization that it was inevitable.  He remembers Tina standing frozen in front of him, panic and despair plain in her eyes.  And he remembers the pleasure.  He didn’t want any of it.

“Hush, love.  Hush, it’s okay.  I’m here.”

Graves doesn’t want to feel reassured, but he is.  He sways on the bed and Grindelwald catches him, folding Graves in against his chest and rocking him gently, a hand rubbing his back.  Graves remembers with a start that he’s naked, but Grindelwald’s touch feels too good to protest.

Even still, Graves feels tears pricking at his eyes.  He doesn’t understand any of this, he’s caught between hatred and devotion and he doesn’t know how to make sense of his mind anymore.  Grindelwald is the one who did this to him. Grindelwald is also the only one who can comfort him.

He can’t hold back any longer.  He lets the tears spill down his cheeks, burying his head in Grindelwald’s shoulder and sobbing into the soft fabric of his shirt.

He’s alive, but the person he was is gone.

A Little Death – MercurialTenacity, kallistob – Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

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Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies), Harry Potter – J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Original Percival Graves/Gellert Grindelwald
Characters: Original Percival Graves, Gellert Grindelwald, Newt Scamander, Tina Goldstein, Seraphina Picquery
Additional Tags: Vampire!Grindelwald, vampire!Graves, Vampire Turning, Vampire Sex, Biting, Blood Drinking, public fight, Dueling, Battle, Childe/Sire Bond(s), Fledgling Percival, Sire Grindelwald, Stalking, Near Death Experiences, Murder, vampire instincts, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Fluff, MACUSA | Magical Congress of the United States of America, Tina tries hard, Nipple Play, Hand Jobs, Verbal Fights, Falling In Love, inappropriate use of wandless magic, Jealousy, Anal Fingering, Rough Kissing, Multiple Orgasms, Anal Sex, Cuddling & Snuggling, Emotional Manipulation, Submission, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Summary:

Someone is following Graves. Everywhere. Within MACUSA, in the busy streets of New York, past the protected walls of his own house. He has no means to stop it.

When they attack, in broad daylight in front of everyone, Graves fights back. But he was never meant to win.

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A Little Death – MercurialTenacity, kallistob – Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

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A Little Death by @thegaypumpingthroughyourveins​

He clings to Grindelwald’s arms and pushes him away – weakly, but the intent is there. He scrambles back, trying to get up on shaking legs, and Grindelwald shakes his head before approaching him again. “This is futile. You know how this will end.”

“No,” Graves says, hating how pitiful his voice sounds. “No. Get away from me.”

Grindelwald hums.  “It’s a little late for that now.  Didn’t you tell them how I sit with you at night?  Stroke your hair as you fall asleep?  How you let me.”

Oooooomg this is incredible??  I’m so happy my writing inspired this???  This fic has been a long time in the works with @thegaypumpingthroughyourveins and I’m so glad people seem to like it.

Just.  This is so cool 😀

Think about fledgling vampire credence who is scared shitless at first but over time learns to use that false image of innocence and softness in his hunting

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Credence sucks in a breath. Cold slithers beneath his threadbare clothing, biting at his skin. For him, it feels like no more than a whisper, the mere brush of a lost sensation. He doesn’t have enough blood pumping through his veins to be truly bothered by the cold, which is why he stands there, alone. Night is falling on the city, and with it, snow. There is a stack of papers at Credence’s feet. He shivers, looks down – dark eyelashes a stark contrast against pale marble cheeks. He hugs himself tightly, and waits.

“Are you lost, kid?”

He sees polished black boots first, slacks and the hem of a long coat. Leather gloves, and a scarlet silk scarf. Thin lips and heavy eyebrows frame a handsome face, contorted in what looks like concern. For me. The man need not be concerned for anyone except him tonight, but it is all part of the act.

Credence shakes his head, wet strands of hair curling near the right corner of his mouth. He tries to smile at the man, hunching his shoulders even more so. “M’f – f – fine, sir. Don’t b – bother yourself f – for me.”

“Mercy Lewis, you’re freezing.”

The kind, kind man takes off his scarf, and Credence blinks. The next moment it is pulled tight around his throat as the stranger knots it. Credence looks up at him, and licks his lips. He buries his nose in the soft material to inhale the man’s scent. Cigarettes, stress and blood.

Credence alters his features then, just barely – making himself look younger, more appealing, more innocent. A perfect prey for the man who stands in front of him, twice his age, successful, with no woman’s scent beneath all his layers.

“What’s all this?” The stranger asks, shoe pointing at the stacks of papers at Credence’s feet. “Is it the reason why you’re staying here in spite of the cold?”

“Yes sir,” Credence admits quietly. “Leaflets. I have to distribute them all, or I –” He swallows. “I won’t be allowed supper tonight.”

The man’s frown deepens, his lips pinched into a thin line. “You’ll catch your death out there.”

“It doesn’t matter, sir,” Credence whispers, then adds a cough to it for good measure. “I prefer being sick to having no home.”

“Merlin. Listen, my boy.” The man pauses. “What’s your name?”

“Credence, sir.”

“Credence. Well, I’m Percival. Come with me.”

Credence hides his smirk in the scarf he was given. “Where to, sir?”

He sees the man hesitate, sees him consider his options. A restaurant? A speakeasy? Home? Credence takes a step forward.

“Sir…” He lowers his voice then. “Please, help me. I don’t want to go back.”

Percival’s eyes go unfocused. “I, I –”

“Please.” Credence places his hand on Percival’s chest, ensuring his lure. He is taller than him. Easier to hold him down that way. “They all hate me.”

“Come with me,” Percival blurts out, obeying whims he can scarcely comprehend. “Come with me,” he repeats. “I’ll keep you safe, Credence.”

“Oh, thank you, sir,” Credence says in a rush, wrapping his arms around the other man and hugging him tightly. Percival trembles, but his hands tentatively come up to rest on Credence’s back.

He smells so good, and Credence is starving. “Please, take me home.”

“Anything you want, Credence,” Percival says shakily. “Anything you want.”

I know I just reblogged this, BUT I HAVE MORE THINGS TO SAY

I LOVE the implication that Percy actually realizes he’s in over his head, and maybe would like to change his mind about the weird boy in the street.

But he can’t.  And he doesn’t know why.

I love the lure in pretty much any form, but something just gets me about Percy knowing, on some level, that he’s caught.  He knows something isn’t right, but it’s too late.  He can’t stop it, he can’t even understand it, and even though he doesn’t know why and maybe doesn’t want to, he’s going to give Credence anything he wants.

Love it.

Think about fledgling vampire credence who is scared shitless at first but over time learns to use that false image of innocence and softness in his hunting

fantastic-beasts-smut:

Credence sucks in a breath. Cold slithers beneath his threadbare clothing, biting at his skin. For him, it feels like no more than a whisper, the mere brush of a lost sensation. He doesn’t have enough blood pumping through his veins to be truly bothered by the cold, which is why he stands there, alone. Night is falling on the city, and with it, snow. There is a stack of papers at Credence’s feet. He shivers, looks down – dark eyelashes a stark contrast against pale marble cheeks. He hugs himself tightly, and waits.

“Are you lost, kid?”

He sees polished black boots first, slacks and the hem of a long coat. Leather gloves, and a scarlet silk scarf. Thin lips and heavy eyebrows frame a handsome face, contorted in what looks like concern. For me. The man need not be concerned for anyone except him tonight, but it is all part of the act.

Credence shakes his head, wet strands of hair curling near the right corner of his mouth. He tries to smile at the man, hunching his shoulders even more so. “M’f – f – fine, sir. Don’t b – bother yourself f – for me.”

“Mercy Lewis, you’re freezing.”

The kind, kind man takes off his scarf, and Credence blinks. The next moment it is pulled tight around his throat as the stranger knots it. Credence looks up at him, and licks his lips. He buries his nose in the soft material to inhale the man’s scent. Cigarettes, stress and blood.

Credence alters his features then, just barely – making himself look younger, more appealing, more innocent. A perfect prey for the man who stands in front of him, twice his age, successful, with no woman’s scent beneath all his layers.

“What’s all this?” The stranger asks, shoe pointing at the stacks of papers at Credence’s feet. “Is it the reason why you’re staying here in spite of the cold?”

“Yes sir,” Credence admits quietly. “Leaflets. I have to distribute them all, or I –” He swallows. “I won’t be allowed supper tonight.”

The man’s frown deepens, his lips pinched into a thin line. “You’ll catch your death out there.”

“It doesn’t matter, sir,” Credence whispers, then adds a cough to it for good measure. “I prefer being sick to having no home.”

“Merlin. Listen, my boy.” The man pauses. “What’s your name?”

“Credence, sir.”

“Credence. Well, I’m Percival. Come with me.”

Credence hides his smirk in the scarf he was given. “Where to, sir?”

He sees the man hesitate, sees him consider his options. A restaurant? A speakeasy? Home? Credence takes a step forward.

“Sir…” He lowers his voice then. “Please, help me. I don’t want to go back.”

Percival’s eyes go unfocused. “I, I –”

“Please.” Credence places his hand on Percival’s chest, ensuring his lure. He is taller than him. Easier to hold him down that way. “They all hate me.”

“Come with me,” Percival blurts out, obeying whims he can scarcely comprehend. “Come with me,” he repeats. “I’ll keep you safe, Credence.”

“Oh, thank you, sir,” Credence says in a rush, wrapping his arms around the other man and hugging him tightly. Percival trembles, but his hands tentatively come up to rest on Credence’s back.

He smells so good, and Credence is starving. “Please, take me home.”

“Anything you want, Credence,” Percival says shakily. “Anything you want.”

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o shit the vampire au collab with @mercurial-tenacity is progressing

A thing is happening look at that!!

“So pretty for me.”  He cups a hand over Graves’ pectoral. His thumb rests on the hard point of Graves’ nipple, and he uses it to rub deep, slow circles into his chest.  “Do you like being pretty?”

“I – I like when you touch me -”

“I know.  But that’s not what I asked you, is it?”